...So about that job. [Jarvan]

[Terrence Abaddon]

Beacon. The premier academy for up and coming hunters and huntresses. Many well-known peoples have come from this prestigious school. Hell, Terrence had even fought side by side with a couple of them. ...The only real problem he has with the school was the place itself. Did a school really need to be this big?!

As he walked by that same fountain for the thousandth time, Terrence grumbled and took out his Scroll, and looked at the map. He was pretty sure he went around the whole campus in the past half hour. He was definitely late for his interview with the headmaster. Looking at the time on his Scroll, he saw he was at least ten minutes late.

But, now that he looked at the map (really should have done that when he got here), he blinked. The building he needed to go to was the biggest one in campus. Which was a good ten minute walk away from the fountain he was at right now. The building he looked at at least ten times. Palm met face with a resounding smack, and Terrence groaned in both annoyance and embarrassment. Thank God my men aren't here to see my screw up...

So, with a deep breath, Terrence made a mad dash to the building with a slight crazed look to his face. "Outta my way!" Terrence screamed to the top of his lungs. In response, everyone in his path moved out of the way as he got near.

When he reached the receptionist, he asked (read: scared) the poor soul to tell him where the headmaster is. Terrence took a look at the elevator - seeing as how the headmaster's office is on the top floor - and sighed. With a tired thanks, he got in the elevator and took a calming breath.

After managing to make himself look presentable from his minor freak-out, he took another calming breath as the elevator stopped. The doors opened, and he walked towards the figure that was outside, and looking at the school from the balcony.

Terrence was about to call out to the figure, but stopped after he sniffed. His enhanced senses noticed a... familiar scent. It was faint, but he definitely remembered it. There's only one man who smelt like this...

"J... Jarman?"

[Jarvan Adamson]

Someone who knew Jarvan very well would know that he always kept a bottle of strong whiskey underneath his desk. He had created a hidden compartment that someone could only find if they knew about it. He was strange in the sense that he enjoyed whiskey almost every night and for any occasion that seemed worthy of it. He was no light weight and could easily down several glasses before getting tipsy; so, enjoying one from time to time was perfectly fine.

Going through paperwork got him in the mood to drink. He had to learn resistance to keep himself from drinking stupidly. He had stacks upon stacks of paperwork piling up all around him. It was normal for this to accumulate at the beginning of the year, especially since he didn't like doing it.

He sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair, far enough that it appeared as though it would fall over. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, hoping for a moment to relax. His scroll suddenly started squawking, "someone is here to see you." It was his secretary, sending him a quick message before his doors opened.

He groaned and straightened up in his seat and looked to the man that strolled into his office. He couldn't resist an annoyed groan as the man mispronounced his name.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he scowled.

[Terrence Abaddon]

...Well, he's definitely not in a good mood, that's for sure. But, he was pretty sure it was Jarvan! Even after seven years of not meeting face to face, he didn't look too much different. The only real change Terrence could see was the slightly wrinkled skin, but even then, it wasn't too visible. It was enough to bring Terrence to tears, seeing the big brother he thought he had lost all those years ago, but he kept his happy face on.

"Aw, come on Van... It's been, like, forever since I last saw you!" He whined as he strolled on over to the chair opposite of Jarvan. With a relieved grunt, Terrence plopped on the chair and sniffed deeply once more. "Mmm... Still drinking that icky crud, hm? Ah, man! If I knew I was gonna see you here, I would've brought a box of whiskey I got when I traveled around."

Terrence shifted to a more suitable position on the seat and gave Jarvan a goofy grin. "Anyway, it's been a while since I last heard from you. I couldn't contact you via Scroll since, like, five years ago," he said with a slight break in his voice. His grin wavered a little, but he persevered. "I... I don't even know your address, so I couldn't visit you, or send you a postcard or something..."

By this time, Terrence couldn't hold his tears and he had a pained smile on his face. "I... I'm just so glad you're okay..."

[Jarvan Adamson]

Unprofessional was another proper way to describe Jarvan. He was polite, usually, to most people; but, he was never one to sip tea with his pinky extended and talk about nonsense.

"It has been awhile," Jarvan agreed as he plopped back down in his chair, letting out a gruff sound as he did so. "That iddy crud is what got me though all this nonsense... I'm sure even you can agree that headmaster was the last thing anyone expected of me." For a moment, Jarvan wondered if he smelt like whiskey. He highly doubted it since he had not drank in a few days and he never spilt... ever. Perhaps Terrence just remembered him better than he would of thought.

In reality, he probably smelt like his weapon. Said weapon was leaning against his desk, appearing menacingly. It was always with him, always appearing deadly, and always leaning against his desk if he was sitting at it. He didn't care if it "frightened the children". Anyone who was afraid of a weapon had no business here.

"I don't keep a scroll anymore," he stated. "There isn't anyone to speak with. They all seem to be too busy fighting Grimm or teaching students these days.... or being dead." He spoke with a blunt honesty and did not waver on his words. This was reality and he accepted it. Perhaps being a headmaster made him a coward; he often believed so.

[Terrence Abaddon]

Terrence just blinked at Jarvan admitting bluntly that he all but threw away his scroll because he didn't have anyone to speak with. ...And then promptly stood up and glared at Jarvan with his still-tearing eyes. "You still had me, you jackass! Gah! What kinda- Stupid tears!"

On the outside, Terrence was drying his tears on the suit he was wearing while cursing out a storm to Jarvan. On the inside, however, Terrence was actually kind of glad with Jarvan's reply. He was still the blunt, emotionless jackass Terrence had last seen him as almost a decade ago. Jarvan just wouldn't be Jarvan if he didn't act that way. That, and Jarvan still remembered Terrence, if only a little bit.

After a moment or two more of ranting, Terrence huffed and plopped down on the chair, but not before taking a tissue from Jarvan's desk and blowing on it. He crumpled it up and tossed it towards the bin to the side... ...only to miss and hit the floor. But, Terrence paid no mind to it as he addressed Jarvan in a more serious manner. "Anyway, bro. I'm here for the interview to become a professor here. I'm pretty sure my resume is somewhere in that pile of paperwork."

[Jarvan Adamson]

Jarvan did not move, blink, or even flinch when Terrence stood up suddenly and proceeded to yelling at him. Being yelled at was hardly a bother after all the things he had been through; in fact, due to his tendency to speak honestly, he often got shouted at. Tears, however, was something he had not expected. Perhaps he was a bit old fashioned, expecting hunters to be soulless killers; although, he was never sure if that rule applied to himself, as well.

At his sudden mention of his resume, Jarvan glanced for a brief second at his mountains of paperwork. He then turned back to Terrence, scoffing very quietly and almost unnoticeably. Regardless of whether or not they needed professors, there as no way in hell he was accepting Terrence. He was clearly still a brat who had a lot to learn.

"No," Jarvan replied. He pulled up closer to his desk and continued with his paperwork, completely ignoring the fact that the hunter was still seated across from him.

[Terrence Abaddon]

...Well, that was rather anticlimactic. Terrence had a feeling he wouldn't be getting the job, and when he found out Jarvan was headmaster, he knew he had an even lower chance of it. But still...

"That was way too fast of a rejection, bro..." He groaned while sinking into his seat. Seriously... Judging by the stack of papers on Jarvan's desk, he probably didn't even look at Terrence's resume! Was he really that bad all those years ago? Sure, he was a tiny bit annoying back then, and maybe he was just a little too hotheaded...

With a sigh, Terrence sat straight on his chair and rubbed the back of his neck in slight embarrassment. "C'mon J-dawg, I'm not the same hyperactive kid I was last time we met. I grew up!" He got up and started pacing back and forth slowly. "Now, I know what you're thinking. 'This brat still annoying, and doesn't have what it takes to be a professor.' And I understand where you're getting at."

At this, he stopped pacing and looked at Jarvan with an annoyed stare. "It's been seven years since we last really interacted. Seven years is a long time. All I'm asking is for you to give me a chance, Jar. I'd rather you reject me based on my merits - not on an old impression of me."